I left the room in the morning and went to the hotel bar. After yesterday's excursions and tastings, I needed morning coffee to recover. Bar hotel "Aurora" was quite a cozy. I ordered a coffee and sat down at a table to read the news and enjoy a drink. The clock above the bar showed the beginning of the eleventh, and the meeting was scheduled for half-past ten. I checked the mail, looked at the news and began to remember how it all began in this story ...

Some time ago a lady wrote to me with a proposal to train her husband. I politely replied to her that I was only for, but raising only my husband does not interest me. I am interested in the education of the couple. In response, I was informed that her husband had long wanted to be engaged, but she herself was not ready for such a turn. I thanked her for her interest, but refused such an offer. After a rather long pause, this woman contacted me again and agreed to participate in the upbringing process in a rather flowery manner. Then went a long trade "I will - I will not," "I want - I do not want." We have agreed that for every three tasks for her husband she will do one. The process was slow, if his hubby was still a pervert and was performing tasks almost instantly, then his wife always pulled. Some things were “hanging out” for a few weeks. But in the end, she was drawn into the difficult share of perverted distant games.

The lady was called Margaret and she was, as it is now called, a business woman. What exactly she does, I did not know, but that was not important to me. The husband was her junior for almost 10 years and was a teacher of philosophy. In this couple bade obviously lady. And when she had a chance to come up with a task for her husband, she would have come off completely.

We have been playing with remote tasks for quite a long time, but everything is finished. We all got tired of it. I offered to meet "live", but my proposal was ignored. And when I was already thinking that it was time to start this relationship, I suddenly nevertheless offered to meet. Then there was a long correspondence about where, when and how, but in the end I ended up in the glorious city of B. and by 10:30 in the morning my glorious acquaintances should have arrived at the meeting.

The clock was already 10:45 and I was about to go back to the room, not solo, so to speak, swallowing, but then a couple entered the bar. I recognized my partners, they quite corresponded to my photos. They looked around and went in my direction. Firstly, they also saw my photo, and secondly, there was no one else at the bar at that time on a weekday. The lady was high in heels, probably under a meter ninety. She wore a beige business-style suit and high-heeled shoes. Short haircut and pretty aggressive makeup. The man was below his companion. In jeans and a shirt. He had long hair gathered in a ponytail and some kind of soft features. He had a small backpack with him.

- Good morning, my friends! - I greeted the couple. - Sit down, coffee?

- Good morning! - Eugene answered me, stretching his hand. - Do not give up.

I shook his hand and went to the bar for coffee. Then we talked for 40 minutes on various abstract topics. Looking closely at each other. If Eugene was calm and talked with pleasure, then Margarita was clearly nervous. I took part in the interview in fragments, finished the fourth cup of coffee and, if I answered, mostly out of place. And when it came to the question of why we all gathered in this hotel she blushed and became even more nervous. The situation began to strain me, and I decided to resolve it.

- In general, so, of course, we very nicely communicate, but it’s time to decide whether or not. Here is a card from my number. I'll go have breakfast and go to my room in about 20 minutes. We have already agreed on everything. You can wait for me in the room.And you can leave the porter card and leave this repository of depravity - I put the card from the room on the table. - In any case, I was glad to talk.

I got up from the table and went to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. The pair stayed at the table. I had breakfast, then looked into the bar. The table at which we sat was empty. I wanted to go to the front desk, find out about the card, but I decided to make myself a surprise and check the number first. Given the behavior of Margarita, I was pretty sure that the card from the room was waiting for me at the receptionist. On my floor, I lingered a little, but there was no point in pulling, and I walked over to my room. The door was closed, but not locked, and it pleased me. I went to the room.

The room was a two-room suite, immediately upon entering something from a series of living rooms with a sofa, armchairs and tables, and the next room was a bedroom with an adjacent toilet. Margarita sat in the chair, stretching her legs and looking at me in a somewhat strained way. I closed the door and sat down on the sofa.

“I don't like your mood,” I said to the woman. - If you really decided on this event, then be kind to match. I don't need these wolf looks. Especially since everything has been written / redistributed. Or we start or bring down then already from my number.

- I ... I understand ... But ... - the lady began to “bleat” something.

- I understand everything too. And I understand that now I will use you in every way. And you understand that and your husband. So either relax and get pleasure or stop losing mine, and your time, I interrupted the bleating. - If you are in, call your husband and begin.

Margarita thought for a while, then decided something and called her husband:

- Zhenya, come here. Show, beauty!

Eugene came out of the bedroom. He was wearing stockings attached to his belt, and he had shoes with stiletto heels a little shorter than the stiletto heels of his wife's shoes. On the waist was put on something like a very short skirt, which did not cover anything. On the member was wearing a men's belt of fidelity of transparent plastic with a lock. On the neck is a leather collar. The face was applied makeup, not very bright, but making it very much like a woman.

- Wow! What a beauty, - I praised. - The stop word will be "trolley bus". Nous, let's get started. Zhenya, come to me dear, sit down.

Eugene quite gracefully went to the sofa on which I sat and sat down next to Noah.

- You're all so elegant, and your wife that dressed up. Disorder. Come on Rita, show us your holes with your husband, ”I said to the lady.

There was a pause in the room again. Margarita was looking at me, then at her husband. And she did nothing.

- So! Once again, you are my sweetheart, and I will say a stop word. How much is already possible? - I lost my temper a little.

My words affected the lady. She rose from her chair and began to undress. Soon she remained in some stockings and shoes. From our communication, I knew that Margaret in her youth was involved in sports almost on a professional basis. An athletic, tanned figure appeared before my gaze. Chest about three or a little less, an outstanding priest. Rita's body, like her husband, was completely devoid of hair, as I like.

- Tell me, Rita, and you will be fucked in the ass today? - I asked.

“Yes,” the lady lowered her eyes “to the floor,” but this time there was no brake.

- Zhenya, and your ass ready? Everything is clean, - I turned to the man.

“Yes, three enemas,” Zhenya answered happily.

- Well, and Margo ass is probably not ready? - I continued.

“No, the ass is not ready,” Margarita replied with a sigh.

- Then take an enema and a bath, - I got up and went to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, my wife caught up with me. In the hands of Eugene was a large circle of Esmarkh. I filled it with warm water. I forced Rita to stand on the floor on all fours, put a greased tip into her anus and opened the faucet. Then he undressed himself and climbed into the bath, take a shower. While I was washing, the contents of the enema almost completely moved to the lady.

- Okay, I will not interfere with loving spouses to clean the anal passage. Will you give her another enema, ...